Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 854 - 382: Soul-Breaking Needle (Part 2)

Buzz!

Inside the furnace, the bluish-white True Flame of the Nascent Soul suddenly turned into a deep, dark purple.

The entire secret chamber trembled violently, the runes on the furnace’s surface flashed crazily, emitting a groan that threatened to collapse under the burden.

"Steady!"

Veins bulged on Xu Ping’s forehead.

A vast Divine Sense forcefully suppressed the violent energy within the furnace, guiding the two slender needle embryos through their final transformation under the tempering of the dark purple Soulfire.

Time seemed to freeze.

Every breath felt like an eternity.

It was not clear how long had passed.

"Buzz...buzz..."

Inside the furnace, two faint and almost imperceptible buzzes, which pierced straight to the core of the soul, quietly sounded.

In the next instant!

Crash—

Two nearly invisible, thread-thin dark electrical currents shot out from within the furnace without warning.

An aura of chilling, soul-trembling iciness spread instantly.

"The Soul-Breaking Needle... is complete."

An indescribable joy burst forth in Xu Ping’s eyes.

After spending so much time and resources, the Soul-Breaking Needle was finally successfully forged!

"Retrieve!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Xu Ping took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his excitement, and pointed like a sword, guiding through the air.

The two strands of dark electric light leaping inside the furnace seemed to have a mind of their own, sensing their master’s call, instantly concealing all their aura and pressure.

They transformed into two needles, only three inches in length, crystalline and transparent throughout, with a single point on the tip gathering deep, dark light, lightly landing in Xu Ping’s open palm.

Cold to the touch, light as a feather, yet seemingly carrying the weight of piercing through countless souls.

Xu Ping held his breath, carefully dividing a strand of powerful Divine Sense to slowly scan the needles in his palm.

"Hiss..."

Even though he was prepared, he couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cool air.

With his current strength of Divine Sense, he could barely capture the extremely vague and elusive outlines of the two needles when deliberately probing.

As if they were not physical entities, but a bizarre existence between reality and illusion.

"What an excellent Soul-Breaking Needle, hidden and formless, soul-rending and mind-seizing." Xu Ping’s voice carried undisguised excitement.

Having depleted his life essence... finally, this deadly weapon against Nascent Soul divine souls was successfully crafted.

And he managed to forge not one, but two in one go.

His mind shifted slightly, trying to use Divine Sense to activate one of them.

Buzz!

The Soul-Breaking Needle instantly disappeared.

It wasn’t that the speed was too fast to capture, but it completely merged into the void, as if it had never existed.

If not for Xu Ping’s mind being connected to it, he would have no way of sensing its presence.

A sharp killing intent, cold, dead, directly targeting the core of the soul, flashed momentarily in the void and then vanished.

"With the sharpness of this needle, combined with my current Divine Sense strength..."

Cold glints flickered in Xu Ping’s eyes, his confidence skyrocketing, "In a sneak attack, a Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator will surely be heavily injured!"

"As for an Early-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator... they stand no chance!"

The power of this Soul-Breaking Needle far exceeded his expectations.

With these two Soul-Breaking Needles, he had an additional ace up his sleeve, an extremely crucial one at that.

Of course, Xu Ping also soberly acknowledged its limitations.

"If faced against a Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator..."

He furrowed his brows, rationally analyzing, "Though strong, this needle would face a vast ocean-like Divine Sense, a highly refined and alert Divine Soul, potentially being countered instead."

To pose a threat to a late-stage Nascent Soul, unless... his Divine Sense strength also breaks through to the Late-stage Nascent Soul level!

"Soon!"

At this thought, a burning anticipation kindled deep in Xu Ping’s eyes.

Through years of intense Dual Cultivation with Duan Shuang, his practice of the Thousand Mechanism Skill had advanced rapidly, nearing the legendary realm of "Perfection."

Once broken through, with a qualitative transformation of Divine Sense, stepping into the domain of the Late-stage Nascent Soul...

Then, with the enigmatic nature of the Soul-Breaking Needle, perhaps it could pose some threat to Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators.

Quelling his internal excitement, Xu Ping carefully and diligently put away the two Soul-Breaking Needles.

Immediately, with a thought, the two slender needles silently embedded themselves into his brow, to be nurtured by Divine Sense.

Now that the Soul-Breaking Needle was complete, some longstanding grudges might be addressed.

...

Time flew by, three years later.

This day was crisp and pleasant, with a gentle sea breeze.

The figure of Liang Ming appeared on Blood Bone Island, coming to visit Xu Ping.

In the Blood Bone Hall, with incense curling and Spirit Tea permeating the air.

Xu Ping and Liang Ming sat facing each other, the atmosphere harmonious and congenial.

"Oh, Fellow Daoist Xu’s talisman crafting skills are truly increasingly profound, beyond the comprehension of even gods and ghosts."

Liang Ming accepted the talisman, his Divine Sense probing it carefully, his face full of admiration and genuine compliment.

"Observing this talisman’s spiritual aura flowing, with the Spiritual Power it contains perfectly integrated, it seems only a thin paper separates it from the Fourth Rank Middle Grade level..."

"Fellow Daoist Liang overpraises."

Xu Ping smiled lightly, sipping his Spirit Tea with a calm tone,

"The path of talisman crafting is vast and profound, and the Fourth Rank Middle Grade, though seemingly near, is actually a chasm hard to cross."

Liang Ming laughed heartily, precious talismans carefully put away: "Fellow Daoist is modest; with your abilities, reaching this level is surely only a matter of time."

He took out several pre-prepared storage bags, filled with the spiritual materials for talisman making and rare ores needed by Xu Ping... Their transaction was completed in a cordial atmosphere.

After the formalities were concluded, Liang Ming’s expression became a bit more serious, lowering his voice:

"Fellow Daoist Xu, regarding the matter you entrusted to me before... I’ve discovered some clues."

Xu Ping put down his tea cup, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Please share the details."

"Firstly, there’s the whereabouts of the old demon of the Hehuan sect."

Liang Ming’s expression turned solemn, his voice carrying a hint of gravity,